Janice DiAngelo

The alarm to get ready for school startled me awake from my dream and gathered the clothes I'd be wearing to hop into the shower.

After greeting my old friend of the showerhead and getting cleaned for the day, I looked at my frumpy nude form in the mirror. My chubby belly and thighs, large breasts that don't even illicit any looks despite claims that people like large boobs, my braces which are still another month from removal, my bushy brown hair that even wet is starting to poof out and my bush that I still trim, despite the fact no one will likely ever see me nude.

I put on the clothes I had laid out on my bed, walking through the house unashamed since my parents were very rarely home and today was not one of those days. Truth be told, I got a sort of thrill and excitement from being nude.

I had a free class period for first period, so instead of using it wisely to study for my upcoming history exam during fifth period tomorrow, I instead used the time to listen to music and draw in the library.

I was sketching the boy I had a crush on, despite not being sure if he even knew I existed. And no, unlike a clichéd high school movie, he wasn't some star athlete jock or popular boy who'd ask me out on a dare, give me a makeover and realize my true beauty or some nonsense. He was John Doe. By all merits, just a fellow geek. An bit of an underachieving geek, but still.

I crumbled up the drawing and gathered my bag as I heard the bell for next class. It was my time to volunteer at the nurse's office.

"Ah yes, miss Park. I'll call her down now. In the meantime, do you want Janice to help you out?" Mrs. Thompson asked John, which brought me back from the shocking news. My crush was an EDP

"Uh sure?" He says shakily, likely just overwhelmed by the news of being a Three Hourer.

Mrs. Thompson walks over and talks to me, informing me of his intentions with me and what to expect before leaving, to go get Ji-Yoo. I had acquired a fascination with EDPs since we were given a research project on them last year in Health class, so I knew exactly what to expect. It still wasn't any less nerve wracking.

"Hi there, so what do you want me to start off by doing?" I ask as I walk up to him, trying my best not to stutter or trip. "Could you strip first? Then give me a blow job?" I ask. "Sure thing!" I say enthusiastically, perhaps a bit too much so before quickly taking off my school shirt and jeans, my cotton bra and panty set were soon joined in the pile on the floor.

He seemed transfixed on my nude body, hopefully in a good way but I wasn't too sure.

"Full disclosure, I've never done this before so I'm sorry if I don't do a good job." I admit sadly before kneeling down in front of him, undoing his jeans then trying my best to take in his penis in one go, like the girls in porn do.

Every once in a while, I'd try my best to open my eyes and look up at him. He seemed to be enjoying it, if his closed eyes and deep breaths were any indication.